O fool! O false! I have abandoned Heaven, <br />And sold my wealth for metal of base kind. <br />O frail disciple of a fair creed given <br />For human hope when all the world was blind! <br />What was my profit? Freedom of the mind, <br />A little pleasure of the years, some scars <br />Of lusty youth, and some few thoughts enshrined <br />In worthier record of my manhood's years. <br />All else is loss, and unredeemed distress; <br />The voiceful seasons uninvited come, <br />And bring their tribute of new flowers, and pass: <br />Only the reason of the world is dumb; <br />Nor does God any more by word or sign <br />Speak to our rebel hearts of things divine.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-new-pilgrimage-sonnet-xxxiv/
